My cousin Minnie is a very spiritual person in the New Age style and although some of her beliefs are a bit wacky for my taste, I've always thought she is really fun and cool.
Minnie lives in the little town of Glastonbury, which is world famous for its mystical ties to the Arthurian legends and the Isle of Avalon, supposedly hidden in the nearby Somerset Levels. As such, it has a New Age flavour, attracting hippies, spiritual folk and alternative types to witch, pagan and crystal shops. Personally, I think it's got a really nice vibe and I love visiting Glastonbury to see Minnie even though it's a long journey from my home in Scotland.
Minnie and her husband have little ones, so they don't go out much, but she does encourage me to enjoy the town and her favourite, little pub that attracts the New Age crowd with Real Ale and live folk music; the latter being wonderfully improvised with many talented locals joining-in with their instruments and singing.
It was at just such a folk night that I met the incredibly sexy and enchanting Starfire!
I was sitting on a barstool in the inn enjoying a creamy pint of Guinness with my foot tapping away to the drum and fiddle, when I felt a strange tingle that I was being watched. Glancing over at the other side of the room, I observed a startling-looking woman staring at me brazenly. Even among the colourful, alternative characters in the place, she stood-out as special. A fine-looking, mature woman with long grey hair; tall, robust and curvaceous, wearing a figure-hugging dress seemingly made of velvet, wool and other fabrics in various, natural colours.
On seeing that I had noticed her, she made no attempt to avert her gaze, as would have been the polite English thing to do, but continued to stare at me with intense, sapphire-blue eyes. It's difficult to explain, but I immediately felt a shiver to my very being, starting in my chest and spreading both upwards to my head and downwards to my feet, pausing to shoot a spark through my groin that had my manhood swelling a little involuntarily.
For the next hour or so, I forgot about the band and the fun atmosphere at the bar, all focus was on was the entrancing woman and the erotic spell she cast over me. It wasn't creepy like you might think, just highly charged, as I could sense the strong sexual attraction that she had for me and vice-versa.
It was getting late and the music and singing were drawing to a close. On sinking the last of my pint, I suddenly felt a warm hand grasping mine and on looking down, the ringed fingers and bangled arm of the beautiful, earthy woman. Her warmth and sweet scent wafted over me, as she said: "My name is Starfire and you are coming home with me".
Starfire lived in a wee, thatched cottage down a narrow, ivy-edged path near the centre of the little town. Her place was glowing, warm and welcoming with a fire, candles, wallhangings, colourful throws and a smell of incense - the perfect New Age abode.
She led me to a large sofa and bid me relax in the dim light of candles and the glowing fire, whilst she got me a glass of her home-brewed, rose-hip wine. Coming to sit close to me, her striking blue eyes looked straight into mine and with her warmth and heady scent making my man organ pulse with desire, I leaned towards her soft, full lips for a kiss.
